User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160213001336

The hare brightened noticeably at his superior officer's words. "Yes sah!" Throwing a haphazard salute, Feffle crouched down into a runner's stance. "On y'word, wot, an' I'm off like a blinkin' arrow out'n a bow, sirrah!"